[Comprehensive] Live broadcast of the crime scene

"Jiang Xue! Did you mention an anchor named Mo Xian to me?" At night, Liu Jirong, who returned to the dormitory from the cafeteria, turned on the incandescent lamp with a snap, and the cold white light illuminated the dormitory with two desk lamps. She held the satchel in one hand and the mobile phone in the other. Seeing the two roommates immersed in her own world, she shook her head and shouted, "Jiang Xue! Jiang Xue! Han Jiangxue!"

"Yeah, I followed her from the beginning, what's the matter?" Han Jiangxue was so busy that he didn't even have time to walk a few steps to press the lights in the dormitory, unplugged the earphone plug, took off the earphones, and looked back blankly. At the foot, a finished lunch box was lying on the ground.

Liu Jirong hung the black Oxford bag on the closet door, "Really? Then you must know her very well!"

At this time, the roommate Lin Yinyin who was immersed in the game world also turned her head from the dungeon, "Of course, when we were having dinner a few days ago, Jiang Xue saw that Mo Xian started the live broadcast as if he had seen a ghost. Ahhh, I'm dead!" She immediately turned back to her computer screen, clacking and typing on the keyboard with both hands, without hearing anything outside the window.

"She's on the trending list." Liu Jirong said briefly. She has always liked to browse Weibo and follow all kinds of hot spots. She also runs a WeChat official account. In addition, she wants to work in new media after graduation. , every time she encounters a new hot spot, she always wants to get to the bottom of it, trace the source, so as to increase her followers and reading numbers. It was too big and no one dared to reveal the news, and she didn't stay on the topic list for a long time, so Liu Jirong put it down gently. Explore the secret behind Mo Xian.

Han Jiangxue is a loyal viewer of this podcaster, so maybe he can get some insider out of her mouth.

"If your attention increases, I'll give you a red envelope," Liu Jirong dragged the chair to Han Jiangxue's table, and said generously, "A big red envelope!"

"I really want to tell you," Han Jiangxue said hesitantly. She glanced at the group of penguins who were refreshing countless messages on the computer screen, wishing to dig out the historical news immediately to find out, "But now ?"

"Time is money!" Seeing Han Jiangxue's relaxed attitude, Liu Jirong picked up the laptop computer with one hand and turned on the phone recorder with the other, hooking his finger at her, "Come on!"

For the sake of living together for three years and the big red envelope, Han Jiangxue said a few words reluctantly, then turned her mind to her penguin colony, flipped it up while Liu Jirong was not looking at her, and stared at her. The eyes screamed, "The ban is lifted?!"

"Not only was the ban lifted, but there was also a big event about someone missing in the live broadcast room." In this penguin group composed of senior viewers, the viewers who watched the live broadcast were still unable to watch the live broadcast at work, on the subway, or on the bus-in fact, they were reluctant to bear the traffic. ——The members of the group popularized the emergency situation, "It's very chaotic anyway, it feels like it's back to the time when Sherlock Holmes was there, but this time more people watched it, more people questioned it, and of course, more people called the police gone."

"Our bureau has received more than a dozen calls to the police." Ye Yushi glanced at the dark sky and sighed, "Although many audience members are talking about acting and acting, no one can tell the difference between real acting and fake acting." ?"

"It's a mess," Yan Li unconsciously stroked the new stubble with his hand, and typed in the penguin colony with emotion, "When there are more people, the average IQ will drop."

Yes, when the broadcaster was broadcasting Sherlock Holmes, although the number of viewers attracted was very small, most of them had gone to school and drank ink, and were familiar with the detective story of Sherlock Holmes. If you have seen it, don’t underestimate this boundary line. If you replace it with illiterate people who can’t read big characters or those who admire domestic brainless dramas—not to mention, there are quite a few—you can know what is reasoning, what is deduction, and what is the clue? How was it discovered, and how was the murderer found?In fact, readers or viewers who are very interested in mystery novels themselves have a certain degree of academic attainment, coupled with their professional accumulation and understanding of live broadcasting, an emerging Internet product, the main audience of the first batch of live broadcasting rooms, It can be classified as young undergraduates and postgraduates, and there may be a small number of middle and high schools and working parties who have time to watch the excitement, but the first batch of audiences who have received nine years of compulsory education, experienced college entrance examinations, and even social baptism, most of their IQ levels are online. of.

But now, looking at the screen, Mo Xian, who is looking for Mr. Saeki Daichi around the dark villa with Xiaolan, Conan, and Maori with a flashlight, and then look at the comments that are full of barrage at this moment: [Podcaster, sing a song! Listen to chant.It’s dark for the first day, and I will give you a reward of 1 yuan! ] [What the hell are you doing in the dark, live trash. ] [Sister, you boldly go forward, go forward!Do not look back! ] [Anchor, the girl next to you looks good, can you give me her contact information? ] [Slogan 12345678, please contact me, I will wait for you in Room 901 of XC Hotel. ] [Broadcaster, in this situation, you should tell a ghost story. If you can scare me, I will give you a reward. It's not fake.Just say it, do it or not! ] As soon as this barrage was sent, Ren Xu was glared at by his buddy Chi Hao, "Are you doing something wrong?"

"I just wanted to ask you." Sitting on the sofa under the layers of chandeliers in Chi Hao's house, Ren Xu turned his mobile phone, not afraid of accidentally dropping it on the ground, "I dare to pay you back because of our relationship." I can't get a date with you, can I? Count how many times you let me go? Just for this shitty live broadcast room? I didn't expect you, Chi Hao, to like this kind of young tooth!"

"Don't keep talking nonsense," Chi Haoli didn't even bother to talk to his friends who were acting. He clicked on the ipad in his hand casually with his legs crossed, and rewarded a series of rewards to appease the "frightened" heart of the broadcaster. It is true that there are many people The benefits of having more people, at least the amount of reward Mo Xian received today is more than the sum of the previous few days. He used his brain and sent a barrage, [Momo, spread out and search, I am worried will be broken one by one. ] Compared with the cold "broadcaster" and "anchor", their first batch of viewers gradually like to call her "Momo" to show their senior status.

Why doesn't Mo Xian understand this?When she mentioned that Mr. Saeki Daichi was missing under the orange light of the candle, Mori immediately urged Mr. Housekeeper and Mr. Saeki Daichi’s wife, Chun Miao, to take the candle upstairs to look for it, and at the same time asked the people present where they had been. Each had their own testimonies, and they quarreled endlessly in the living room for a while. In the end, the housekeeper and Harumae announced the end of the dinner time with empty hands, and everyone went out in twos and threes with flashlights to find Mr. Saeki Daichi, leaving only the prepared dinner in the candlelight Flickering.

Mao Li was worried about Xiaolan, Conan and Mo Xian, and the four looked for the west side of the villa. Mo Xian tugged on the sleeves of his coat in the cold sea breeze, shivering involuntarily, following the white light of her flashlight, they didn't know Unknowingly stepping into the cedar forest, stepping on the carpet made of soft withered leaves, the soles of the sneakers creak, except for the white light in Mo Xian's hand, there is no light source, and you can't see your fingers, and the trunks of cedar trees stand one by one Surrounding them in front of them, like standing warriors blocking the blowing cold wind, Xiaolan held Conan in one hand and Mo Xian in the other, speaking urgently and with a trembling voice, "Dad, will the murderer take advantage of it?" Kill us when we are separated?"

"No." Maori, as the only adult male present, his voice was very calm and convincing at the moment, "We are not very far away from each other, as long as you yell, people nearby can hear you, don't Worry."

[Don't worry, I have written down the team list of our group when we searched separately just now. The eldest son Saeki Reo and his wife Chuan Jizi, the younger sister's eldest daughter Yuko went to the beach on the east side, the second son Saeki Atsushi, his wife, and two children Fir forest to the south. ] Finally, a reliable audience came forward, [Mr. Butler, Saeki Dadi's wife Chunmiao, second lady Qianhui and her boyfriend Fukui searched the villa carefully. ][I use a software to draw a 3D map of the island's topography,]Ye Yushi said, [It is not very useful to delineate the area they walked according to their walking speed and elapsed time, and it is better than nothing. ] [Fog Grass, awesome!God accept my worship! ] [Gang Zhen, I don't understand the nature of this live broadcast room. ]

[It's boring, the anchor didn't say a word after coming in for 10 minutes. ] [I can see that this is not an ordinary live broadcast room [behaved]. ] Mo Xian couldn’t see her for a long time, with a little impatience in her eyes, she was holding the flashlight, and the white light was scribbling like an “8” in the dark night boringly, her stomach was growling non-stop, and she didn’t have lunch. In the afternoon, she only used a few snacks to pad her stomach. Seeing that dinner hadn't been settled yet, she was hungry and cold, and began to doubt her life.

"Let's go back?" Mo Xian couldn't help mentioning, "The forest has been searched, there are no suspicious traces ... traces ... wait! What is this!" Her flickering flashlight was fixed on a tree trunk, which is A cedar tree the size of two people hugging each other, the bark is like the wrinkles on the face of an old woman, but this wrinkle seems to be smoothed out by the foundation, and it is exposed white, very conspicuous.

Conan walked towards the tree with short legs, Xiaolan and Maoli followed closely behind, but Mo Xian was still looking around, for fear that a man in black would suddenly pop out from the darkness and take them all at once.

"It's the rope's strangle mark," Maori judged after checking, "but, why did it appear on this tree?"

The strangle mark is located at the height of Mo Xian's chest. She turned the light on and turned around. Accidentally, the flashlight fell on the uneven ground. In the dark night, a beam of cold white light shines straight up, as if to connect the sky. Like the ground, Mo Xian subconsciously followed that beam of light.

The light pierced through the darkness and illuminated the mid-air that was two stories high. Among the branches protruding from the darkness, there were a pair of legs.

A pair of legs hanging high in the air.